quite eradicated
Following the death of Chapel, the leadership went through a period of unrest. Sage’s retreat to Ichika no Ho-en was not unnoticed by Ezekiel, and upon her return, he confronted her. Infuriated over the thought that she had betrayed the clan for weaker ideals, Zeke exiled Sage. He did not speak of this publicly for nearly a month, allowing her scent to fade gradually. Now, as the apparent absence has become more tangible, he’s called a meeting.
In order to keep this thread moving, after the initial posting period failure to post within three days will result in you being skipped. This will not be a super-long meeting, and likely just address the changes in leadership as well as discuss some fun new cultural changes that will be occurring soon.
You are only required to post ONCE; failure to do so will result in a demotion or removal from the pack. This is set in the open area behind the D'Neville Mansion.
The cold wind blew from the north and tugged at his blonde hair. Ezekiel stood, staring out at the forest beyond the iron fence, and blew smoke. He had expected her to return for what she had left; hoped she might, even. Yet a month had passed and Sage had faded from the landscape like so many before her. Inferni would go on, though for the first time since he had ascended to Aquila, Ezekiel would lead alone.
He finished his cigarette and flicked it into the frosty grass. Winter encroached furiously, though the solstice had not passed. The clouds refused to part and left the sky threatening rain. It was not cold enough for snow today, but the scent of water was thick in the air.
“Hey, Zeke, this enough?”
The voice caused him to look up. Mounted atop the heavy mare was a wolf—well, upon first glance one would think he was a wolf. Max was nearly a year old now, broad-shouldered and wolfish in the face. It was only in his sharpness, the pointed ears, and his lean frame that one would see his hybrid nature. The gray-white fur sang of his dual heritage.
Amber eyes followed to the pile of wood currently being dragged behind the mare. There was more than enough for his purpose. “That looks good, Max. Let’s set it up.”
Once they had unloaded the drag from the mare, the two males began setting up the tepee style fire. Satisfied by the construction, Ezekiel allowed Max to practice his flint-starting (something the boy was remarkably proficient in) as the sky began to threaten drizzle. At least the fire would keep them somewhat dry if that was the case. The golden-red coyote settled onto a large stone procured for such gatherings. There were two other logs nearby for seating, though Inferni had never been much for formalized gatherings.
The Aquila lifted his head and let out a loud, yipping call.
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